Tony Asaro: Music
Just Make Do
(Tony Asaro)
Music and Lyrics by Tony Asaro
Another awful date:
You’re a little early, and he’s twenty minutes late.
You’ve gotten rather surly, “God! How dare he make you wait!”
He’s dull as dirt besides.
Soon you’re swearing off the Craig’s List classifieds.
The restaurant is fair,
But your appetite’s been misplaced, and you fear he’s unaware,
‘Cause he’s asked you back to his place, and you know you shouldn’t dare,
But your options are his bed,
Or another night at home alone instead.
Your disinterest back in its compartment,
By habit you discount your feelings.
You decide to check out his apartment.
He mentioned he had vaulted ceilings.
When you can’t make love,
Sometimes, you just make do.
So many welcome mats…
You see a lot of houses when you’re trading tits for tatts,
And the thing that most arouses you is checking out their flats.
‘Cause if you like where they reside,
It’s enough to keep your conscience occupied.
By consenting to his invitation
Some self-loathing is implicit.
In the interest of self-preservation
You learn to justify your visit.
When you can’t make love,
Sometimes, you just make do.
And you think, “There are things I can
Love about this man.”
Not his witty charm,
But his charming kitchen.
Not his point of view,
But his view of downtown.
Not his handsome face,
Nor his life’s ambition,
But his bedroom awaits you
One flight of stairs down.
So you lay down.
And the horrible ironic joke is
You can’t stand this man you’re holding.
So, you wisely choose instead to focus
On Victorian crown molding.
When you can’t make love
Sometimes, you just make do.
No romantic walks,
Only walk-in closets.
Never arm in arm,
Only armoires and chairs.
And in life there’re no
Security deposits.
Whatever gets damaged,
It’s YOU who repairs
All the tears.
No one else cares…
Well, with meaningless or casual sex you’re
Bound to feel some degradation
But the city’s stellar architecture
Serves as decent consolation.
When you can’t make love–
And you can’t make love
Where there is no love…
Sometimes, you just make do.